tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34547190.post1430237693715604968..comments2021-06-15T03:08:39.440-05:00Comments on catalina tu vecina: The FindometerOrtizzlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03709991994425909880noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34547190.post-23538022596679981062010-07-20T20:27:25.106-05:002010-07-20T20:27:25.106-05:00A.L.: Brilliant name. I used to wonder why women s...<b>A.L.</b>: Brilliant name. I used to wonder why women seem inherently better at finding stuff than men. Until I came to the conclusion that men just can't be bothered if there is a UTD around, lol.Ortizzlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03709991994425909880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34547190.post-72936514276851925532010-07-20T17:56:12.607-05:002010-07-20T17:56:12.607-05:00At our home, we call this the Uterine Tracking Dev...At our home, we call this the Uterine Tracking Device. Since I'm the only one here who has one. Uterus, that is.apathy loungehttp://wordgirl5.typepad.com/apathy_loungenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34547190.post-81882014750292254652010-07-08T14:10:07.400-05:002010-07-08T14:10:07.400-05:00Nance: LOL. Yeah, I know. Even though I am not a M...<b>Nance</b>: LOL. Yeah, I know. Even though I am not a MOM. Because the variant of the Mom Findometer is the Wife Findometer. The Wife version, however, is not allowed to be quite as snarky. One must resist the temptation to say, "It's in/on the ..., right where you left it." OR "If you put your keys in the same place every day, you would know where they were." Nope, can't go down that road. (Partly also because, lately, the same stuff is happening to me, lol.)Ortizzlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03709991994425909880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34547190.post-25262768249915612672010-07-08T08:24:36.490-05:002010-07-08T08:24:36.490-05:00We already have this; it is called MOM. Allow me ...We already have this; it is called MOM. Allow me to demonstrate.<br /><br />Son: MOM! Where's my...<br />Mom: It's on the steps.<br />Son: Oh.<br /><br />OR-----<br /><br />Son: MOM! Where's the...<br />Mom: It's in the dryer, where it's been since yesterday.<br />Son: Why didn't you bring it up?<br />Mom: Excuse me?<br />Son: Um, nothing.Nancehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17627214346956206283noreply@blogger.com